A story

Once upon a time there was a man and a woman; I like those words. This man and woman being fairly mature, decided to have a family. They were blessed with four children with which they proceeded to live happy and contented lives. The man and woman were people of adventure traipsing around the world, kids in tow.
One day this family found itself in West Bengal, a place famed for the birth of Lord Caitanya, the last incarnation of God. This is where the story gets hairy but an adventure wouldn't be one without a little suspense and perhaps some drama to boot.
The real story...... starts here, on the bank of the Ganga, as she laps the shore or even the road according to her whim.

It seems the small and introverted community that the man and woman joined was a tad ethnocentric. Now this can prove problematic when declaring itself to be part of an international society of avowed Lovers of God. The small community that serves as inspiration to the world had decided one day to purge itself of all sin. The members of this isolated but internationally connected people decided that the local school was not pure enough, religious enough, loving of God enough and so the head master and board had to go. Unfortunately the man was the head master, what to do?
And so the man head master was advised by his good wife to go to the Lord and say, hey, whats the bag?
And so we are here waitng still but I fear it is evident that the bag has in it further adventures afar for this little family of six. Three girls and a boy with a man and a woman.
Adventures far away from West bengal or maybe close by but certainly not in this community. What the community is made of appears to a collection of willing participants in the dispersion of dues. The man and woman hope never to be engaged in such duties and so they are compelled to leave lest they too are commandeered to disperse some sorry and sad reaction to ones close by and dear.
Man and woman must run with children in tow and may never see the bank of the illustrious Ganga again.
Man will know that the world is made of conscious thought and that all actions have reactions in tow.
Woman will wonder why she is not growing strawberries in the mountains but then , what would her life be without a little adventure?
How the road for this adventurous family will end, no one can know but for now they go to the big temple close by and pray to janardan for release from the clutches of their loving peers who, bent on purifying and edifying forgot, .......to feed the dog.